Scene #7235: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Gaiden Ch.6

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Jonathan Joestar	LAST TIME: The group fought a giant monkey with a shapeshifting stand that had taken on the form of their boat, a killer lady cyborg, and an assassin with an aquatic based Stand that could drain the strength of others .. in the end, they found out their actual ship had been sunk days ago! Thankfully, Haguro transformed into her battleship form to take them the rest of the way to Kom Ombo. NOW: Kom Ombo is a lively town, popular as a tourist attraction due to the famous Temple of Kom Ombo. The sun is setting over the horizon, meaning their opponent didn't have long to pin their foe down before they could 'shadow hop' through the darkness cast by the moonlight. "Finally .. we made it to shore! We can't let DIO have the arrows. I feel like everything until now has been leading up to this ... this is the crossroad of that 'destiny'. The place where can we make a turnabout! Let's split up and search for clues!" With this proclomation, Jonathan adjusts the hat on his head and advances. "There are only two directions he can go ... his next stop must be Aswan. In that case, his only option is to take the direct route north out of town, or head past the temple to the west and follow the nile north from there. We should pair off accordingly!"
Klaus Ridell	Kom Ombo is a lively town. Street vendors hawking evening wares. Definitely Trustworthy Antique Vendors sitting on carpets, Absolutely Definitely Antiques spread out before them. The smell of food-on-a-stick, the casual, preferable food of tourist towns worlds over. You can walk with food-on-a-stick. You can see more of the town with food-on-a-stick. That means you spend more money. The sunset paints the sky in orange. The shadows grow long. That's the time of the day it's most interesting - when the crowds are starting to go, leaving behind those desperate enough to stay outside, those whose troubles can't wait till morning. The voices of the crowd disperse, leaving the voices of the needy and hopeful, the ones who most likely have stories to tell. Klaus Ridell is the sort of person who waits after dark for those people. Absently he chews on his food-on-a-stick. He's not really paying attention to what it is, other than tasty, and it wouldn't mean anything to him anyway. Nobody grows the sorts of vegetables he's used to. Instead he's drifting. He's drifting through town. Drifting through likely-looking alleyways. Drifting past antique dealers. He occasionally stops and buys some obviously-fake souvenir, or a carpet, or other things he'll never, ever use. They disappear into thin air as he walks off. He gets surprisingly good deals, probably because he's dressed like, and carries himself like, a local - the sort of long, flowy desert robe one might expect from the time, a hat to ward off the sun, dangling skins of water, the whole nine yards. Jonathan goes walking past, purposeful and direct. Klaus just sort of turns right and follows. "Ahhh, but pairing off is a bad idea," he says over a bite of what is probably meat, "That's how you get caught in a pincer. It's better to just stay together. And the direct route is always faster, so he'll probably go along the river!" "It's easier to hide along a river, too." Another bite. "There's usually lots of plants you can get lost in. A direct route's probably a road, and roads are a lot harder to hide in."

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LAST TIME:

The group fought a giant monkey with a shapeshifting stand that had taken on the form of their boat, a killer lady cyborg, and an assassin with an aquatic based Stand that could drain the strength of others .. in the end, they found out their actual ship had been sunk days ago! Thankfully, Haguro transformed into her battleship form to take them the rest of the way to Kom Ombo.

NOW:

Kom Ombo is a lively town, popular as a tourist attraction due to the famous Temple of Kom Ombo. The sun is setting over the horizon, meaning their opponent didn't have long to pin their foe down before they could 'shadow hop' through the darkness cast by the moonlight.

"Finally .. we made it to shore! We can't let DIO have the arrows. I feel like everything until now has been leading up to this ... this is the crossroad of that 'destiny'. The place where can we make a turnabout! Let's split up and search for clues!"

With this proclomation, Jonathan adjusts the hat on his head and advances. "There are only two directions he can go ... his next stop must be Aswan. In that case, his only option is to take the direct route north out of town, or head past the temple to the west and follow the nile north from there. We should pair off accordingly!"

Klaus Ridell

     Kom Ombo is a lively town. Street vendors hawking evening wares. Definitely Trustworthy Antique Vendors sitting on carpets, Absolutely Definitely Antiques spread out before them. The smell of food-on-a-stick, the casual, preferable food of tourist towns worlds over. You can walk with food-on-a-stick. You can see more of the town with food-on-a-stick. That means you spend more money.

     The sunset paints the sky in orange. The shadows grow long. That's the time of the day it's most interesting - when the crowds are starting to go, leaving behind those desperate enough to stay outside, those whose troubles can't wait till morning. The voices of the crowd disperse, leaving the voices of the needy and hopeful, the ones who most likely have stories to tell.

     Klaus Ridell is the sort of person who waits after dark for those people.

     Absently he chews on his food-on-a-stick. He's not really paying attention to what it is, other than tasty, and it wouldn't mean anything to him anyway. Nobody grows the sorts of vegetables he's used to. Instead he's drifting. He's drifting through town. Drifting through likely-looking alleyways. Drifting past antique dealers. He occasionally stops and buys some obviously-fake souvenir, or a carpet, or other things he'll never, ever use. They disappear into thin air as he walks off. He gets surprisingly good deals, probably because he's dressed like, and carries himself like, a local - the sort of long, flowy desert robe one might expect from the time, a hat to ward off the sun, dangling skins of water, the whole nine yards.

     Jonathan goes walking past, purposeful and direct.

     Klaus just sort of turns right and follows.

     "Ahhh, but pairing off is a bad idea," he says over a bite of what is probably meat, "That's how you get caught in a pincer. It's better to just stay together. And the direct route is always faster, so he'll probably go along the river!"

     "It's easier to hide along a river, too." Another bite. "There's usually lots of plants you can get lost in. A direct route's probably a road, and roads are a *lot* harder to hide in."